The Coldsmith
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Last published Thu, Aug 17, 2017
The unending snowstorm was evil, wicked, and wasn't suppose to exist. Mayra, either by accident or by fate, got wrapped up into the business of larger things.Was she ready? Probably not... Was she willing? Mostly...Did she have a choice? No.
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